This drabble is dedicated to Eldhoron, for whose contest it was originally written (unfortunately I never got around to completing the challenge before it was over :P).
Scales
'What is it?' Kementari asked, looking down at the parchments she held in her hand. Her brow creased in confusion.
Irmo sighed, making a helpless gesture with his hands. 'It was carried on the waves to this shore. By some miracle, it is unharmed.'
'But what is it?' Yavanna inquired a second time. 'The words make no sense to me; it is unlike anything I have ever seen before.'
Irmo glanced at Manwe, who stood beside him. 'Will you permit me to see it?' he asked.
The parchments were held out to him. 'It is music, to be sure,' he said at last.
Manwe took the strangely marked music, eyes roving over the myriad of trills and scales. After perusing it for some time, he handed it back to Yavanna. 'It is, I believe, what those in Arda call opera.'
A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! I hope you had a merry Christmas.